No one responded, and Chu Nanxi buckled the door again.

"Ah Nian, I'm in?"

Chu Nanxi walked into Li Hannian's bedroom, and the marshmallow ran over from the bathroom door and stopped at her feet.

On the bed, the shirt of the cold year was casually thrown.

Looks like he's supposed to be taking a shower.

Knowing that he had come at the wrong time, Chu Nanxi bent over to hug the marshmallow, but the little guy turned around and ran away and ran to the terrace.

Hearing the sound of the little guy jumping on the terrace, Chu Nanxi followed worriedly.

"Marshmallow!"

Lifting the curtains and walking up to the terrace, Chu Nanxi saw the easel on the terrace at a glance, and the shelf was leaning against the drawing board.

On the panel, there is an unfinished painting.

The painting shows a girl, reclining on the railing of a ferry, her shoulder-length short hair fluttering in the wind with her white dress skirt, and a crystal cup between her left fingers.

In the back of the night sky and the night sea, it looks particularly dazzling and beautiful.

Chu Nanxi recognized that face, it was her face.

No!

That's not her!

The girl in the painting is very similar to Chu Nanxi, and it can even be said that she looks like a god.

But Chu Nanxi knew that it wasn't her - the girl in the painting, with no scars on her face.

She had never worn such a dress on a ferry, let alone had short hair......

That's not her!

No!

In the past, Chu Nanxi had also come to Li Hannian's room and had never seen this painting.

It is clear that he only started painting this painting in the last few days.

When he is so busy that he still has time to paint, even if he comes back between performances, he still has to bring his sketchpad with him, which shows how much he cares about this painting.

In other words, it should be the degree to which you care about the person in the painting.

Chu Nanxi looked at the girl in the painting, and the face that was similar to his own suddenly suddenly appeared.

No wonder, they never met, and he had a soft spot for her;

No wonder, he did everything he could to keep her by his side;

……

In the past, Chu Nanxi had always been curious, but it was clear that the two of them had never been alive, but he took a fancy to her at a glance.

Why do you like her, why are you so nice to her, why do you tolerate her again and again......

When she saw the painting, she suddenly understood.

It turned out to be because of her face.

Come to think of it, the girl in this painting is the person he really likes.

He was just using her as a substitute and nothing more.

It was like being punched in the chest, and my heart was tightened, and I almost couldn't breathe.

Bastard, he actually used her as a stand-in?

Chu Nanxi turned around, rushed to the bathroom quickly, raised his right hand, and retracted it like electricity when his hand touched the doorknob.

Turning sharply, she hurried out of the bedroom, ignoring the marshmallow who was still playing with the ball on the terrace.

Seeing her go downstairs, the housekeeper greeted her with a smile.

"You've just come down, dinner is ready."

Chu Nanxi lowered his head and walked sideways past the housekeeper quickly.

"I'm in a bit of a hurry to go out, you tell sir, I'm ...... I'm not coming back for the next two days! ”

Rushing down the steps, without her helmet on, she started her motorcycle and rushed out of the gate.

The car sped forward, and the wind cut his face and cheeks coldly, but Chu Nanxi didn't feel it at all.

It's not you that he likes.

It's not you that he likes!

……

In my head, the thought screamed over and over again.

It was like a fire burning in her chest, hot, burning her nerves.

The pain spread all the way up from the chest, to the throat, to the eyes.

Heart, throat, eyes......

It hurts!

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Good night~! ~

(Don't do dog blood associations, there is no white moonlight, that's not Childe's routine~!) ~）